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morning sun is brightly shining, but, in the dark, is where i am, protesting, there is a war going on. changes are seen, felt, happening to me and around me. they are unacceptable this very moment i am bound by something that rebels in my innermost. this questions my faith in myself, my capabilities. am i languishing? deteriorating? is this just a respite? could i have been blinded? is something being painted before my very eyes that fails to penetrate this weary mind of mine? why is it that, at the same time, A passive countenance, a vacuum...accosts me... there's this sting, a biting feeling, it goes on pricking, puncturing my chest, because it has been realized and accepted: i haven't strayed that far from I, Me, Myself, so obvious, in this written piece... no thoughts except those of inadequacy... dwell in my mind they dry up my throat as I leaf through trivial pages, going through each phase of life, where I find myself surrounded by things I've taken for granted people I've thought of as uncelebrated... thoughts are shallow, the mind is narrow... compunction floats in the air merges with the winds of sensitivity that blows against my reeling body. then I come across a well of words that further stir my already troubled mind thoughts that pierce my eyes, and my heart to the core, shattering my complacency into pieces, my numbed awareness, is now more awakened... this vessel doesn't offer much, it is wanting, asking for more compassion it is just half-filled... ineptitude is admitted and acknowledged... a cloak is thrown over my head, a last-ditch effort, to shroud my now enlightened mind... but, these awakenings make me quiver... i need another kind of mantle, light and transparent, to hide myself from shame to shield my poor threadbare soul... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
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morning sun is brightly shining, but, in the dark, is where i am, protesting, there is a war going on. changes are seen, felt, happening to me and around me. they are unacceptable this very moment i am bound by something that rebels in my innermost. this questions my faith in myself, my capabilities. am i languishing? deteriorating? is this just a respite? could i have been blinded? is something being painted before my very eyes that fails to penetrate this weary mind of mine? why is it that, at the same time, A passive countenance, a vacuum...accosts me... there's this sting, a biting feeling, it goes on pricking, puncturing my chest, because it has been realized and accepted: i haven't strayed that far from I, Me, Myself, so obvious, in this written piece... no thoughts except those of inadequacy... dwell in my mind they dry up my throat as I leaf through trivial pages, going through each phase of life, where I find myself surrounded by things I've taken for granted people I've thought of as uncelebrated... thoughts are shallow, the mind is narrow... compunction floats in the air merges with the winds of sensitivity that blows against my reeling body. then I come across a well of words that further stir my already troubled mind thoughts that pierce my eyes, and my heart to the core, shattering my complacency into pieces, my numbed awareness, is now more awakened... this vessel doesn't offer much, it is wanting, asking for more compassion it is just half-filled... ineptitude is admitted and acknowledged... a cloak is thrown over my head, a last-ditch effort, to shroud my now enlightened mind... but, these awakenings make me quiver... i need another kind of mantle, light and transparent, to hide myself from shame to shield my poor threadbare soul... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
It seems this poem is the first part of my posted poem, REASONS.... I feel they are very much connected, although it was unintended...
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F/Filipino
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
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